Biography of SANKAR SARKAR
I AM SANKAR SARKAR (AKASH) .SIMPLICITY IS MY BEST KEY TO UNLOCK THE MYSTERY, WHERE I'M AN ILK OF HISTORY RELATING TO THE MANKIND.EMAIL: firstname.lastname@example.org
Name: Sankar Sarkar Qualification: M.A(Double) English, B.ED. Editor: DREAM(English Magazine) / email: email@example.com
SANKAR SARKAR's Works:
1) A New philosophical classic: THEORY OF LOVE
2) I LOVEYOU, WHY?
3) AM I ONLY BASTARD? (POEM BOOK)
4) My forthcoming book Titled'INNER VOICE'
THE ALL BOOKS PUBLISHED BY ' ERIC PUBLICATION, BMG. RLy.Stn. BARASAT, KOL-124, INDIA, Email: firstname.lastname@example.org.
SANKAR SARKAR Poems
Next To Paradise
I’m a rhythm of sensation Of the dust of the soil I’m a feeling of the feelings Of every speck of the dust
To A N American Girl
You are an American, I am an Indian. You are a female, I’m a male.
COLOUR would you give me a handful of colour? I am too lackluster to charm other,
BLESSED LOVE your looks are more transparent than water your beauty is more luster than Nature
FRIENDSHIP friendship is a heavenly fetter,
where love is the totality life is its fraction where life is the main island, there love is the ocean where life is reality, there love is vitality love is the first and last entrance,
don’t utter a single word! Hush! death is sauntering around us! much to be done still much to be travelled still
How Do You Look?
you look more transparent than water your beauty is more luster than nature your mind is so softer than flower you seem to be a heavenly shower
Why Are You Mine?
WHY ARE YOU MINE? body is concrete, mind is abstract, both are dull in their distinct tract,
DISCREPANCY I’m I and you are you both beget the equality true entity never bears any kind of disparity.
World & Love
WORLD & LOVE the world is a wonderful labyrinth life is its great mystery;
it seems I am destitute of my essence so I do not feel its exigency, I am too sleazy to assess my identity but I am so crazy for my futile beauty.
From Here To There
I am here, I am there I am everywhere I am from the minutest to the biggest I can burst in to the fittest
no entry, stop here! except the wakeful heart curfew looms large everywhere cross this line never!
nobody knows when and where
it sprouts proudly and majestically
in the mystery of holy benediction
at the deepest part of the ceation,
when it sprawls out its hands and legs
with a great mirth on the earth